Eugene Colley
258 Titicus Road
North Salem, NY 10560

June 7, 2019

Dear Judge Fu?dio:
Re: Sentencing of Esdras Marroquin Gomez for the murder of my wife Lois Colley

I would like to give you some of my background so you can understand where
my family comes from and how much Lois meant to me.

I come from a broken home and while I lived with my mother and father they
had a dys?tnetional and bitter relationship and soon separated. I then had to live with
my ?single Mom" who had her share of issues. Dad sent us $15 a week to live on. We
waited anxiously for that check to arrive andI worked every moment of free time I had
to earn 5 to 10 cents per day to give to my Mom.

My Mother, Brother and I moved to Brooklyn in the Sheephead?s Bay Area.
Life was tough and my Mom had many challenges. At 13 years of age I moved in with
my Father and his new wifer?my stepmother.

World War II broke out and as soon as I was 16 years old I volunteered for the
Merchant Marines. I went to boot camp at Sheepshead Bay, and went off to war
working as a ?wiper? in the engine room of a l?aerty ship bringing war material and
supplies to Europe to support the invasion. After being hurt by enemy action, in the
English Channel, I was sent to General Army Hospital #116 in Cherbourg, France
where the Nazi prisoners of war were assisting the American nurses who were taking
care of us wounded Americans. After my initial recovery, they shipped me to Bristol,
England for timber treatment.

After that I was sent home and discharged, I then immediately volunteered and
joined the US. Navy. 1 went to Boot Camp in Bainbn'dge Maryland and went back until World War Ii ended and I was honorably discharged I went
back into the Merchant Marines and went to the Paci?c Ocean on a freighter, which
went to Okinawa, Quam, Saipan, the Philippines and Europe and saw more of the
horrible devastation and loss to both civilians and military caused by war.

When I turned 21, I received my commission in the US. Merchant Marines (and
simultaneously in the U.S. Navy as inactive). Iquit going to sea, came ashore and went
back to and ?nished high school at night. at Roosevelt High on Fordham Road in the
Bronx while working a full timejob during the clay.

One of my jobs was on the Liberty Ship SS John Brown which was anchored in
the East River across from Bellevue Hospital, where I met four nurses visiting the ship.
Lois was one of those nurses. I fell in love with her immediately. When I met Lois she
was 19 and by the time she was 20 we were married. I was able to go back to school at
Columbia University on the GI. Bill of Rights. Because of the great number of
returning vets, there was a housing shortage a?er the war so, we lived in a two room
fin-rushed apartment which we shared with two complete strangers and we all shared the
one bathroom. This was a big step down for Lois who had been raised in a very nice
home with parents who were happily married until her Dad died.

During the ?rst year of our marriage I worked for the NYC Board of Education
in a boiler room shoveling 3 to 4 tons of coal and ton of coal ash every day into the
high pressure boiler.

Lois and I were a great team trying to earn enough to raise 4 wonderful sons and
provide them with a happy home, good values and educations. She was my rock and ran
the busy household, while I worked 2 jobs to pay for it.

What I am trying to say Your Honor, is how Lois became the love of my life,
how we started out and stayed happily together for 65 years. I had two nicknames for
Lois which were ?love of my life" and my private nickname We never
walked out of or into the house without saying or without a kiss and an
embrace.

We had another rule .. never go to sleep without eating humble pie and making
up before we went to sleep. In 65 years I don?t think we got angry at each other more
than two or three times.

I am now 91 years old, desPite the many horrors I witnessed as a young man and
at war, the most painful and horrible thing in my life was to get that call on the way
home ?'om work on November 2015, that Lois was hurt and laying on the floor. I
rushed home and saw her lying there in a pool of blood. 1 immediately started CPR
from my Naval training. In the meantime yelling to try and get help. The blood puddle
kept enlarging and I realized that the love of my life wasn?t going to come back. I
re?ised to leave her side and kept hoping and praying that by some miracle she would
come back to us.

Then all the 1St responders came in. Then 5 6 hours later the Coroner came
and did everything he does. They had to physically restrain me to get me to leave Lois.
The next task I had to face was telling my 4 sons and their families. They all started
aniving to help me. The next painful task was picking out a cof?n for my Lois. We
decided on a beautiful, light pine cof?n, reminding us of Lois? lightness and brightness
and how she valued the simple things in life.

Then we had to decide if we should have an Open or closed cof?n. The
Undertaker reminded us that the murderer had in?icted so much damage, there should
not be an open cof?n. We all then had the traumatic experience of examining Lois for a
last time and had one more chance to say goodbye. We decided that it had to be a
closed cof?n and wanted to have good memories of beautiful Lois, not the destroyed
face and head that was in front of us, beaten to a pulp by this ruthless, remorseless
killer.

This brutal memory will never leave my sons or my minds. We will never get a
second chance to enjoy life with Lois. We will never get parole from this searing
painful memory. This killer should likewise never leave prison or get any parole.

We have waited almost 3 years for this day and to see justice done to this
depraved murderer who killed my wonderful and innocent wife. I plead with you to
give him the maximum sentence, and encourage all future parole boards to keep him in
prison until the day he dies. He deserves nothing more. [651

With great sadness and sincerity,

SincerelyYours.

Eugene Coliey